Smash_ A Stepbrother MMA Romance(49)
“No, thanks. Can’t imagine anything worse, actually.”
“What can I do for you then?”
She leaned up against a machine as I wiped a towel across my brow. I noticed her staring at my muscles and smirked, but I decided not to say anything. Let her stare; I knew what she wanted.
“About the waitress,” she started.
“Finally ready to let me do my thing?”
“No, not at all. Not after you went crazy on that reporter.”
“Paparazzi. He was a reporter like I’m the fucking Pope.”
“Fine, whatever. I don’t want you scaring this girl off.”
“Please, princess. I don’t scare the ladies. I entice them.”
She burst out laughing, and I grinned at her, flexing.
“Super enticing,” she said, smiling and laughing along as I continued to pose.
“Come on, look at these fucking guns,” I said, playing it up.
“I’m sure she’d be all over you if only you flexed like that all the time.”
“Girl, this isn’t all I got.”
“Please, no more. You’re driving me wild,” she said sarcastically.
I laughed and cut it out, moving closer to her and leaning up against the wall. “What’s your idea then?”
“Last time we got information just by being smart and asking around. Maybe this time we try a similar approach.”
“Okay, go ahead.”
“Well, we got the girl’s name and I did a little research. Marla Stone lives near here. I already looked her up and got most of her info through Facebook and Twitter.”
“Damn Internet,” I mumbled. “People put basically fucking anything up there.”
“Good for us that they do.”
“Okay, so we know who the girl is. What now?”
“Now,” she said, taking her phone out and grinning at me, “we give her a call.”
Before I could argue, she tapped something and put the phone on speaker. I stared at her as it rang, a surprised smile playing on my lips.
Alexa had fucking balls. I didn’t know what she was up to, but I loved that she was willing to just go for it. No bullshit, no discussion. Frankly, it made my cock a little hard watching her take control.
Finally, on the third ring, a young woman answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Marla Stone? Is this Marla Stone?” Alexa said. She’d disguised her voice slightly, speaking a bit lower, making her sound older.
“Yes, but I’m not interested.”
“Marla,” Alexa said quickly, “this is Sheila Porter from the Celeb Web Daily. Do you know our site?”
There was a pause on the other end. “No. I haven’t heard of it.”
“Well, Marla, we’ve heard of you. We’ve heard that you can get certain pictures of some famous people in the area, that you’re the girl to go to for this sort of thing.”
She was silent for a second, and I thought it was actually going to work. But after a few tense heartbeats, Marla spoke.
“I don’t do that anymore.”
“Anymore? We pay real well, Marla.”
“Don’t call here again. I don’t do that sort of thing. I never have.”
“Marla, you just said—”
But she hung up.
I raised my eyebrow at her. “That’s it?”
“Damn,” Alexa said, dropping her fake voice. “I thought she would go in for it.”
“It was a nice try. I thought she was going to take the bait for a second.”
“She did seem really nervous though, didn’t she?”
I nodded. “Like she had something to hide.”
“Damn, damn, damn,” she said. I laughed at her frustration.
“Okay then, you had your attempt. Now we can try things my way?”
“Fine. What do you have in mind?”
“I say me and you go and pay Marla Stone a little fucking visit.”
Alexa looked at me for a second, her eyebrow cocked, a small smile playing on her lips. She looked so damn fucking sexy. I wanted to reach out and grab her, pull her against me, bite that pouty little lip of hers, fuck her right there on the bench press machine.
Instead, she just nodded.
“Okay. We’ll play it your way.”
“Good. You’ll like it my way.”
She just rolled her eyes and headed back upstairs.
The girl was driving me insane. I knew what she wanted and how badly she wanted it, but she was gong to dance away every time I got too close to that delicious pussy of hers.
It didn’t matter. It’d be mine soon enough.
And anyway, I was having fun. Sure, it was taking up a lot of my time, and that shit wasn’t a game. It had some real fucking consequences. Even still, I lived for real consequences, lived to do dangerous shit. I wanted to live fast and faster, never slowing down, and I wanted to bring Alex along for that ride.